After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Elaine decided to purge the house of her belongings, boxing up anything that was truly hers.

As she sorted through her possessions, she realized just how much of her life had revolved around Alistair.

The silver button from his Yale blazer she'd secretly saved. The leather-bound journal he'd bought for her birthday. A whole album of photographs she'd taken of him when he wasn't looking.

She opened the album, her fingers tracing the images.

The first photo showed him as a college sophomore, captured mid-jump shot during the basketball game. She's behalf on school photography team, this particular shot-the one that perfectly captured his intensity and grace,so she'd kept for herself.

The remaining pages contained stolen moments, Alistair asleep, Alistair accepting his MBA with that confident half-smile. And even... Alistair with Sophia, laughing by the fountain outside the Morgan Library.

How pathetically devoted must she have been to treasure even photos of him loving someone else?

Elaine closed the album with a decisive snap and buried it at the bottom of box before continuing her inventory.

During their three years of marriage, Alistair had given her countless gifts-all expensive jewelry in the same predictable style.

Expensive,exquisite and emotionless, all purchased by his assistant. She'd kept them pristine in their blue boxes.

Now she wouldn't need them anymore.

When she finished sorting, all that remained of her presence in the house were the furnishings.

day they'd moved in, she'd been waiting, hoping for Alistair to finally let go of Sophia and let her standing right in front of

just a few cold

the fabric of his life, hoping he'd grow

a naive delusion that had

noticed the change as soon as he returned

of things? Why does

replied with nonchalance. "Everything was outdated, and since you've brought someone new into

Alistair nodded in

Vivian's

come

momentarily, then lowered her head

with efficiency. In just 24

as every trace of her existence was systematically erased, and strangely, she felt a creeping sense of

not only would there be no evidence she had ever lived here-she herself would be

get erased?" Vivian taunted, her lip curling into a smirk. "I'm the one who belongs here

find Vivian leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her baby

should have surged through her, Elaine wanted laugh

keep the baby was to have a mini-Sophia running around the house. That in Alistair's screwed-up mind, no living woman could compete with the ghost he'd put on

almost felt sorry

Whatever.

turned to leave, but Vivian grabbed

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